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Tony was the first to move. "Well, you got my vote Krista."
"I'm with Ethan, I don't like it." Lance grumbled. "But I'm not going to fight against you. I'm in."
"Hell, I'm in too." Gage shrugged.
Krista faced Ethan and Grant. "Well? What's it going to be you two?"
Grant faced Ethan, then faced Krista and then faced Ethan again. "Boss, I really don't want to go against her."
"Fuck! Fine. Fine. But woman, I'm tattooed to your ass till this fucker is caught. You got me? You don't go anywhere without me or one of my guys." Ethan ordered.
Krista sagged in relief. She moved to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Yes. I promise, I will do everything you say. I won't go anywhere with you, Gage, Grant, Lance or Tony."
Ethan held her back. "Okay then. Okay, let me call Wilson and get this shit storm started."
Krista nodded and released him. She watched him move to the back of the jet talking quickly on his phone. She nearly jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking over she found Lance. His face a blank wall.
"After our little meeting, I'm going to talk to Ethan about getting you some training."
"Training?" She frowned.
"Yeah. If you're going to go through with this cockamamie plan of yours, then we better make sure you can protect yourself in case anything happens to one of us." Lance nodded.
"Okay. I'm assuming since this asshole shot at me too, this training will include weapons?" She asked.
"If Ethan approves, me and Grant will help you with that. Tony and Gage can handle the other stuff." Lance replied.
"I say, to hell with if Ethan approves or not. Teach me." Krista said.
Chapter 18
Krista sat at the round table of the conference room at Blackout. The second they had landed back in Austin, they were met by Morton and another man. Morton and his guy drove her parents’ home while Krista went with Ethan and the others to Blackout. Ethan told her that after the meeting Tony and Lance would head to her parents to upgrade their home security as well. The next morning her mother was heading for Dallas just as she promised. Ethan had offered the jet and Debbie accepted.
"You okay over there baby girl?" Grant asked sitting a cup of coffee in front of her.
"I'm pissed Grant. Someone could have been hurt when my house went up. He's getting desperate now I think. I'm not playing by his twisted rules and it's making him act out." Krista answered.
"I think you're right. That could be both a good thing and a bad thing. A good thing because it means he could very likely screw up. Bad because that makes him an even bigger wild card." Grant nodded.
"And more dangerous huh?" She pushed picking up the mug.
"Yeah." Grant sighed. "Look, Lance told me you want to be trained. I know Ethan said you're a good shot with a gun and that he and your brothers taught you to fight..."
"Grant, if you guys train me I don't want you taking it easy on me. That won't help me. I'm tougher than I look, okay. I need to be ready. If he gets through any of you it would just be me and him. I don't want to be the one on the ground. I want to be the one left standing."
"Fair enough baby girl, fair enough. Okay, give us a day or two to come up with something. Lance spoke to Ethan about it and he's, well I wouldn't say he's okay with it, but he's agreed to let us work with you."
"Good. I don't want to fight him on this."
Grant gave a little smirk in agreement. They both looked up when the door opened. The first to walk in was Cain and Jimmy. Krista stood and moved to her friends. Behind them was Wilson and another man Krista didn't recognize. Everyone took their seats, with Krista seated next to Grant at the head of the table.
"Thanks for coming here so quickly." Ethan spoke up.
"Why is D.A. Jameson's daughter here?" The unknown man asked, his tone a bit condescending as he looked across at Krista. Proving that Cain’s warning to Ethan had been correct.
Krista narrowed her eyes and leaned over the table. "D.A. Jameson's daughter is here because it was MY house this fucker torched. Also, because I am Kris James."
Ethan smirked as the other man sank a little lower into his chair. "Yes gentlemen, Kris James and Krista Jameson are one in the same. The short version is she used a pseudonym to better protect herself against any enemies looking for retribution against D.A. Jameson.
